Dream Journal

I dreamed that Jamie was lost, that I lost him in a crowd after his last soccer game. At the point my memory starts, he had been missing for a week. Why weren’t we out looking for him? I was in Jamie’s room. There was a thick envelope from his school. It was unopened, but seemed important. I opened it and the pages were all stuck together with blue painter’s tape. I scanned across it, picking up that a study of word content had revealed evidence of cruelty. Huh? I didn’t know what that was about. I set it down to go looking for him. I went to the area where I had last seen him and began calling for him in loud, desperate tones. After a few minutes I heard his “Papa” in response. I followed it and came to a building. A door opened, and Steve and two people I didn’t recognize walked out, purposely ignoring me, walking past. I looked in the door and there was Jamie, sitting on the concrete floor. I ran in and hugged him tight.

After a moment of hugging, I pulled entirely back from the dream and woke up briefly. It was with a feeling like “that’s enough of that”. I remained in bed, thinking about the dream and other things, then eventually fell back asleep.